As Amour stepped into the foyer, a chill ran down her spine. The air was heavy with the scent of decay and forgotten memories. Suddenly, a soft, ethereal voice whispered her name. She turned to see a vision of loveliness – an angel with delicate wings and a gentle smile. The angel's presence seemed to fill the room, and Amour felt an inexplicable sense of peace.
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